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Even though it hurts me more than you
I already have my suitcase packed
Because my way of living
Is not worthy of a princess

Even though it hurts me more than you
Little one, I don't deserve you
Because I can only give you
Bad times and torment

And what can I do
If the poison of music
I carry in my skin

And what can I do
If something else in life
I no longer know how to do

I swear I adore you
But

Find yourself a man who loves you
Who keeps your fridge full
Look at me, don't you see I'm a musician
And I don't have a steady job
And when I have money
I spend it on a new guitar

Find yourself a man who loves you
Who keeps your fridge full
Look at me, don't you see I'm flamenco
That the street was my school
And my heart is dying of love
For the full moon

Even though it hurts me more than you
I have the tickets in my hand
I must get on the bus
They've already honked at me a couple of times

If you want, come with me
But don't ask me where
I always go adrift
Where the chords take me

And what can I do
If the poison of music
I carry in my skin

And what can I do
If something else in life
I no longer know how to do

I swear I adore you
But

Find yourself a man who loves you
Who keeps your fridge full
Look at me, don't you see I'm a musician
Who doesn't have a steady job
And when I have money
I spend it on a new guitar

Look at me, don't you see I'm flamenco
That the street was my school
And my heart is dying of love
For the full moon